Heart Stolen by A Heartless Man

The pregnant Hattie was locked in the villa by Greyson who had hired the most qualified housekeeper and nutritionist to take care of her. However, the more he loved the unborn baby, the more heartbroken Hattie felt.

It was because she knew the baby would not come alive at all.

Greyson was the one Hattie loved most as well as the last one she would like to hurt.

She preferred she was the only one to suffer from the pain of losing their baby.

Just now Hattie was confused about what to do to reduce the harm to Greyson, she got a call from Finnley Morgan.

"Please get ready to leave there tomorrow." Finnley said it on the phone and soon hung off.

Hearing it, Hattie touched her flat lower abdomen and had a wry smile.

It was good timing; if she left tomorrow, Greyson would not suffer from the pain as her...

It was late at night. Greyson had not come back yet.

He usually came home to have the dinner these evenings...

With great disappointment, Hattie watched the outside dark at night. Would not she have the last chance to meet him?

It was so unfortunate....

Then Hattie put on her coat well and curled up on the bed, to ease herself from the pain in heart.

When she was falling asleep, the door of her bedroom was kicked open abruptly. The drunken Greyson was rushing to her...

Before sitting straight, Hattie was pushed lying on the bed again by Greyson who gave her a deep kiss with strong smell of alcohol. It was such a kiss to make Hattie lose her mind.

She held Greyson's neck with her arms and got relaxed as much as possible to follow him.

Finally, Hattie was much pleased both physically and mentally.

It was greatly joyful to do it with him before she left.

Greyson was badly drunk; his eyes turned red. He tried to control himself and asked, "Why leave me?" Even now, Hattie was still obsessed with him.

She could not help bursting into tears.

Greyson was getting more emotional to pinch Hattie's chin hard and continued to ask, "You are fond of money so much? Am I not wealthy enough to you? You leave me for only five million dollars! As long as you promise to marry me, I can give you five hundred million dollars."

As he was speaking, Hattie cried more and held Greyson's neck harder to kiss him back. She believed, to marry him was the most thing she would like to do.

Meanwhile, she tried to kiss him to stop Greyson from talking about something letting her feel too terrible.

But Greyson kept pinching her neck hard to retain her on the bed.

"Don't touch me! You are such a hussy! Somebody can fuck you with only five million dollars! Hattie Moss, bitch!"

Hattie kept crying and said, "No... Greyson. I don't do it..."

What she did all was to save him!

"Shut up!" Greyson covered her mouth with his hand, "I hate to hear your voice. Stop talking. I don't want to hear anything you talk! Just scream!"

Hattie shook her head with crying; her tears fell down on Greyson's hand.

He was resentful and swung his hand immediately, getting the blanket to cover her face.

"Stop crying! You are killing my joy! I didn't give you enough money? So now you are unwilling to please me?" Greyson held Hattie's arm to turn her around and went up on her body, saying, "Next time, shall I pay you first before fucking you?"

Hattie was unable to say anything other than crying.

Greyson really got some cash from his wallet to throw on Hattie's naked back.

"Enough money?" He said coldly, "Hattie Moss, happy with the money?"

Hattie bit her lips hard. To stop Greyson doing more to harm her, she had to answer, "Enough... Greyson Morgan. Don't throw money to me!"

Finally, Greyson stopped for a while and whispered to Hattie, "Good. Next, is it your turn to please me?"